Don't Talk
Don't Talk
Don't Talk by Vanessa Hudgens: An Original Song-Fic
Like a shooting star
You’re headed for me
You’ve touched my heart
But I won’t set it free
Oh boy,
You’ve got to be patient with me
Oh boy
I want to get to know you much better
Alison Davis sat in her second period class as Mrs. Rivera, the teacher Alison’s US history class, began to lecture the entire class about the relation of the US Constitution and the Magna Carta. Alison sighed as she rolled her eyes in boredom.
“Is it just me, or have we heard this lecture over and over again?” a light, silky voice from behind Alison wondered.
Quickly turning her head to face the speaker, Alison’s ponytail whipped the side of her face only to see that the owner of the voice was none other than Richard Edwards, Mr. Popularity of William Penn High. Alison blushed as she nodded slowly, trying to avoid the light stare of the blue-eyed popular boy.
“Ha… ha… yes,” Alison giggled softly; never in her past years had Richard ever made contact with her and they had been going to the same school ever since the first grade. And though the two never talked, Alison had always had a schoolgirl crush on Richard ever since he smiled at her on the monkey bars.
“Ms. Davis,” the strenuous voice of Mrs. Rivera boomed from the other side of the classroom, “is there something you would like to share with the entire class?”
Alison’s eyes widened as she shook her head violently.
“Then I presume that you can tell your classmates one reason as to why the Magna Carta was of any importance to the British,” Mrs. Rivera asked with a smirk.
Alison looked toward Richard and then toward Mrs. Rivera with a faint frown. Why was the Magna Carta important to the British at that time… she wondered. Alison nodded her head as she tried to remember the past lectures that Mrs. Rivera had given them about the Magna Carta in the past.
“It limited the powers of the king,” Alison replied softly. “… and something about a trial by jury.”
Mrs. Rivera’s smirk disappeared as she went back to her monotonous speech about the historical documents.
“Smooth move, cutie,” teased Richard from behind.
Alison glanced at Richard once more before smirking. “Thank you.”
The bell for nutrition break had just sounded as all of the students, with the exception of Alison and Richard, began filing out of the classroom. Alison looked toward Richard as she placed her binder gently back into her book bag.
“Do you mind telling me what you’re doing here?” Alison wondered curiously.
“What’re you talking about?” Richard asked slyly.
Alison flung her book bag over her shoulder and began walking out of the classroom with Richard trailing behind her. With confusion still smeared across her face, Alison managed to maneuver her way around the passing students.
“Ali, wait up!” Richard shouted in the halls as Alison began to meander farther away from him.
Alison looked behind her and sighed. What was up with Richard Edwards? Why had he suddenly, out of nowhere, started trying to associate with her? This was unlike him, Alison thought. She looked in front of her and quickly spotted her locker. She signaled for Richard to meet her there.
“What’s up with you?” Richard questioned. “You always like that, cutie?”
“What’s up with me?” Alison remarked. “Richard, I think I should be asking you that question…”
“What’re you talking about, Ali?” Richard asked.
Alison looked toward her locker as she began to unlock her locker. “Richard Edwards, I am surprised you even know my name… let alone the fact that I am alive.”
“Alison, we’ve been going to school with each other since first grade,” Richard replied. “Of course, I know you’re name.”
“Yes, of that I am aware,” Alison said, politely as she shoved her history textbook into her locker. “But what I want to know is why are you suddenly drawn to me like we’re actually friends?”
Richard cocked his left eyebrow. “Aren’t we friends?”
Alison shrugged, praying that fifteen minute bell would ring already. “I wouldn’t know… You and I never really… associate.”
“That doesn’t mean,” Richard began, “that I don’t want that to change.”
“What to you mean?”
Let’s start it out being friends for awhile
You hold my eye when I first saw your smile.
Oh boy
This could really turn into something
Oh boy
That’s why I don’t want to rush it
“Davis, I… like you…” Richard murmured, looking at his shoes. “And trust me, I know you like me too…”
“Excuse me?” Alison wondered, shocked at the poplar boy’s recent statement. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
“Don’t make me say it again,” Richard begged. “I don’t like expressing my feelings…”
“So what are you trying to get at, Edwards?” Alison asked.
“C’mon,” Richard hissed, “you can’t be that oblivious, can you?”
“Seriously, what the he-?”
“I like you,” he whispered. “You like me. I’m trying to imply something here!”
Alison looked toward Richard with a confused frown. “I don’t understand.”
“And I thought you were supposed to be the valedictorian,” Richard mocked.
“Will you just please explain to me where you’re going with all of this?” Alison questioned, pulling out her Geometry book.
“Be my girlfriend, yeah?”
Alison’s cheeks turned a dark red as she dropped her book on the tiled floors of Penn High. “Richard…”
“You don’t have to say yes,” he sighed. “After all, I know my friends and their girlfriends haven’t been all that nice to you… and well another thing, you and I really don’t know much about each other and-.”
“Richard, you’re right; I‘ve liked you since the very time you smiled at me on the monkey bars in the first grade… and I still like you… and I‘ll be your girlfriend,” Alison whispered, “on two conditions.”
“Of course…?” Richard replied softly, with suavity slowly finding a way in his voice.
“One,” Alison began as she examined her surroundings, “you don’t tell anyone about us. And two, please don’t rush anything.”
“Then it’s settled, Davis,” Richard proclaimed with a smirk. “You and I are officially an item… but why can’t I tell anyone?”
Alison bent down to pick us her Geometry book and smiled simply. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out, love.”
“I’ve always loved a good mystery, dearest,” Richard explained. “It usually doesn’t take long for me to crack the case.”
Don’t talk,
Don’t tell your friends, about us.
Don’t talk or this all will end
I promise
Be quiet, be quiet
Or I will just deny it
Be quiet
Keep it between us
I'm going out, with a bunch of my friends
You can meet up with us at quarter to ten
Oh Boy
Don’t act like there’s something between us
Oh boy
From now on, let’s keep it a secret
Alison was sitting in her room getting ready for the movie that she and her friends were going to see. Though her friends were still oblivious to the fact that she was dating Richard Edwards, Alison managed to secretly invited Richard to come along and watch the movie too. Glancing as her wristwatch, Alison noticed that it was nine o’clock. Because of that now known fact, Alison rushed down the stairs and into her dark blue Mustang convertible.
Alison managed to get to the movies at exactly nine-fifteen, forty-five minutes before the movie started and exactly thirty minutes before Richard would “unexpectedly” run into her and her friends.
“Ali, we’re over here!” one of Alison’s friends shouted from the movie house.
“Hey guys,” Alison said as she walked over to them. “What time do you guys want to head inside? You already got my ticket, right?”
Another one of Alison’s friends shoved Alison’s ticket in her face and then replied, “We’re going to go inside in like thirty minutes, which gives us all a little time to get the scoop on certain people.”
“You mean gossip, right?” Alison wondered, a little afraid of what rumors had been going around the school.
“My little Ali-kin Slywalker, you of all people should know what that is by now,” Alison’s best friend replied. “I mean one with the rumors going around.”
“What rumors?” Alison wondered.
“They’re not about you, okay? I’m just saying…”
Alison looked toward her watch and sighed. Why didn’t time fly when you weren’t having fun… she thought to herself.
Minutes rolled along and it was now a quarter to ten, just when Richard was supposed to arrived out of the blue.
“Guys, let’s get going,” Alison replied, looking around for her boyfriend. “Meet the Robinsons will be starting soon!”
“So I take it you’re watching that movie too?” a familiar voice from behind Alison wondered.
“Richard Edwards, what brings you to this part of town?” Alison asked with disgust. “I thought ‘my side of town’ was too poor and downtrodden for the likes of you.”
“Can’t we just settle this, cutie?” Richard wondered with a smirk. “Let bygones be bygones and let us both watch the movie together…”
“FYI,” Alison remarked, “my friends are here to see a movie with me not with you and me. Just me-.”
“Ali-kin, just let ‘im watch it with us… it’s a free country.”
“Umm… Are you insane?” one of Alison’s friends asked. “Let Ali sit with him! He’s not welcome here.”
“Fine…” Alison replied; this was going better than she had thought. “I’ll sit with him.”
“Ali, I was kidding-.”
“Y’all heard the girl,” Richard announced. “She’s sitting with me.”
“Ali-.”
“What’s done is done, girls,” Richard hissed. “After all, it’s just one movie…”
Don’t talk
Don’t tell your friend, about us
Don’t talk or this will end
I promise
Be quiet, be quiet
Or I will just deny it
Be quiet, (don’t talk) SSHH
Keep it between us
After the little movie fiasco with Alison’s friends, Richard and Alison tried their best to steer clear from them. During the movie the couple had to find their intertwined hands under Alison’s tote bag.
“Are they always like that?” Richard whispered.
Alison sighed as the movie clips began to roll. “Well, depends on if they like you or not.”
“I take it that they’re more than infatuated with me!” Richard replied sarcastically.
“Oh, but of course!” Alison said. “I hope you realize now that you and I will both be in for it sometime in the future.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning… they’ll find out,” Alison sighed in defeat.
“What’s so bad about that?”
I know it feel that this is real
But I need sometime to see
If you’re going to be the one for me
For now let’s just keep it hush
Let’s keep it between us
This is the real reason:
I don’t really care
‘Cause people likes to talk, people like to stare
Just one thing I guess, just one thing I know
So when it comes to us, baby keep your mouth closed
“Richard,” Alison mumbled, “it’s just that… gossip spreads like wildfire at our high school… you know that by now. If they find out we’re dating, do you know how many people will talk about us?You and I are two totally different people; you’re popular and I try to be… You’re labeled as the ‘bad boy’ and I’m the ‘goodie-two-shoes’.
“Your friends respect you and my so-called friends over there abuse my trust and everything… what I’m trying to say is that, there’s nothing wrong with our dating, but I wouldn’t want to ruin a reputation that took years for you to build.”
So don’t talk
Don’t tell your friends
Oh don’t tell
Oh don’t tell oh no.
I promise
Be quiet be quiet
Or I will just deny it
Be quiet,
Don’t talk
Richard quickly let go of Alison’s hand and then looked her directly in the eyes. There was no emotion on his face, but Alison knew that he was hiding his real feelings. “Ali, I’m glad that you thought of me first, but do you really think that matters to me? My reputation built itself, ‘nough said. I’d ruin it just to be with you, cutie.
“And another thing, I do suppose your right. And seeing as you thought about my reputation, I have to think very highly of yours; if people find out you and I are dating, it’s a well known fact that Ashley will find a way to ruin our relationship… she’s done that to everyone I’ve dated after her… so, for your sake-.”
“And yours,” Alison added.
“I’ll keep this relationship on the down low,” Richard stated.
Keep it between us
Don’t talk
Don’t tell your friends about us
Don’t talk
Be Quiet, be quiet, or I just deny it
Be quiet.
Don’t talk,
Keep it between us.
Alison and Richard had been going out for an official two months and now Alison sat in her second period history class with a bored look on her face, just as she had done two months ago. Mrs. Rivera had just asked her students to pair up in groups of four. Alison quickly looked around the room for someone other than Richard. Luckily, she managed to find one of her friends.
“Lulu, let’s pair up, yeah?” Alison asked as she rushed to her friend’s side.
“Sure…?” Lulu responded. “But Mrs. Rivera just said we needed four students.”
“Which is where we may come of some importance,” Richard’s calming voice cooed in Alison’s ear.
Alison quickly turned to face Richard and one of his best friends. “Why in the world would we want you to help us on a history project?”
“Why wouldn’t you want us?” Richard toyed.
Alison glared at Richard and hissed, “Because I hate you, you self-righteous jerk!”
“Ditto,” Richard remarked slyly with a smirk and a quick wink. “I loathe you, too…”
Keep your mouth closed
Disclaimer: Sure, I write poems and I write stories, but no one said I was good enough to write the song Don't Talk. That song belongs to Vanessa Anne Hudgens and her peoples, kay?.
Hey, I know it's been a while since I've been on here, but I could seriously use some reviews to tell me how I'm doing... But it's really up to you. :]
~ The now fourteen year old, Maryanne
Like a shooting star
You’re headed for me
You’ve touched my heart
But I won’t set it free
Oh boy,
You’ve got to be patient with me
Oh boy
I want to get to know you much better
Alison Davis sat in her second period class as Mrs. Rivera, the teacher Alison’s US history class, began to lecture the entire class about the relation of the US Constitution and the Magna Carta. Alison sighed as she rolled her eyes in boredom.
“Is it just me, or have we heard this lecture over and over again?” a light, silky voice from behind Alison wondered.
Quickly turning her head to face the speaker, Alison’s ponytail whipped the side of her face only to see that the owner of the voice was none other than Richard Edwards, Mr. Popularity of William Penn High. Alison blushed as she nodded slowly, trying to avoid the light stare of the blue-eyed popular boy.
“Ha… ha… yes,” Alison giggled softly; never in her past years had Richard ever made contact with her and they had been going to the same school ever since the first grade. And though the two never talked, Alison had always had a schoolgirl crush on Richard ever since he smiled at her on the monkey bars.
“Ms. Davis,” the strenuous voice of Mrs. Rivera boomed from the other side of the classroom, “is there something you would like to share with the entire class?”
Alison’s eyes widened as she shook her head violently.
“Then I presume that you can tell your classmates one reason as to why the Magna Carta was of any importance to the British,” Mrs. Rivera asked with a smirk.
Alison looked toward Richard and then toward Mrs. Rivera with a faint frown. Why was the Magna Carta important to the British at that time… she wondered. Alison nodded her head as she tried to remember the past lectures that Mrs. Rivera had given them about the Magna Carta in the past.
“It limited the powers of the king,” Alison replied softly. “… and something about a trial by jury.”
Mrs. Rivera’s smirk disappeared as she went back to her monotonous speech about the historical documents.
“Smooth move, cutie,” teased Richard from behind.
Alison glanced at Richard once more before smirking. “Thank you.”
The bell for nutrition break had just sounded as all of the students, with the exception of Alison and Richard, began filing out of the classroom. Alison looked toward Richard as she placed her binder gently back into her book bag.
“Do you mind telling me what you’re doing here?” Alison wondered curiously.
“What’re you talking about?” Richard asked slyly.
Alison flung her book bag over her shoulder and began walking out of the classroom with Richard trailing behind her. With confusion still smeared across her face, Alison managed to maneuver her way around the passing students.
“Ali, wait up!” Richard shouted in the halls as Alison began to meander farther away from him.
Alison looked behind her and sighed. What was up with Richard Edwards? Why had he suddenly, out of nowhere, started trying to associate with her? This was unlike him, Alison thought. She looked in front of her and quickly spotted her locker. She signaled for Richard to meet her there.
“What’s up with you?” Richard questioned. “You always like that, cutie?”
“What’s up with me?” Alison remarked. “Richard, I think I should be asking you that question…”
“What’re you talking about, Ali?” Richard asked.
Alison looked toward her locker as she began to unlock her locker. “Richard Edwards, I am surprised you even know my name… let alone the fact that I am alive.”
“Alison, we’ve been going to school with each other since first grade,” Richard replied. “Of course, I know you’re name.”
“Yes, of that I am aware,” Alison said, politely as she shoved her history textbook into her locker. “But what I want to know is why are you suddenly drawn to me like we’re actually friends?”
Richard cocked his left eyebrow. “Aren’t we friends?”
Alison shrugged, praying that fifteen minute bell would ring already. “I wouldn’t know… You and I never really… associate.”
“That doesn’t mean,” Richard began, “that I don’t want that to change.”
“What to you mean?”
Let’s start it out being friends for awhile
You hold my eye when I first saw your smile.
Oh boy
This could really turn into something
Oh boy
That’s why I don’t want to rush it
“Davis, I… like you…” Richard murmured, looking at his shoes. “And trust me, I know you like me too…”
“Excuse me?” Alison wondered, shocked at the poplar boy’s recent statement. “Did you just say what I think you said?”
“Don’t make me say it again,” Richard begged. “I don’t like expressing my feelings…”
“So what are you trying to get at, Edwards?” Alison asked.
“C’mon,” Richard hissed, “you can’t be that oblivious, can you?”
“Seriously, what the he-?”
“I like you,” he whispered. “You like me. I’m trying to imply something here!”
Alison looked toward Richard with a confused frown. “I don’t understand.”
“And I thought you were supposed to be the valedictorian,” Richard mocked.
“Will you just please explain to me where you’re going with all of this?” Alison questioned, pulling out her Geometry book.
“Be my girlfriend, yeah?”
Alison’s cheeks turned a dark red as she dropped her book on the tiled floors of Penn High. “Richard…”
“You don’t have to say yes,” he sighed. “After all, I know my friends and their girlfriends haven’t been all that nice to you… and well another thing, you and I really don’t know much about each other and-.”
“Richard, you’re right; I‘ve liked you since the very time you smiled at me on the monkey bars in the first grade… and I still like you… and I‘ll be your girlfriend,” Alison whispered, “on two conditions.”
“Of course…?” Richard replied softly, with suavity slowly finding a way in his voice.
“One,” Alison began as she examined her surroundings, “you don’t tell anyone about us. And two, please don’t rush anything.”
“Then it’s settled, Davis,” Richard proclaimed with a smirk. “You and I are officially an item… but why can’t I tell anyone?”
Alison bent down to pick us her Geometry book and smiled simply. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out, love.”
“I’ve always loved a good mystery, dearest,” Richard explained. “It usually doesn’t take long for me to crack the case.”
Don’t talk,
Don’t tell your friends, about us.
Don’t talk or this all will end
I promise
Be quiet, be quiet
Or I will just deny it
Be quiet
Keep it between us
I'm going out, with a bunch of my friends
You can meet up with us at quarter to ten
Oh Boy
Don’t act like there’s something between us
Oh boy
From now on, let’s keep it a secret
Alison was sitting in her room getting ready for the movie that she and her friends were going to see. Though her friends were still oblivious to the fact that she was dating Richard Edwards, Alison managed to secretly invited Richard to come along and watch the movie too. Glancing as her wristwatch, Alison noticed that it was nine o’clock. Because of that now known fact, Alison rushed down the stairs and into her dark blue Mustang convertible.
Alison managed to get to the movies at exactly nine-fifteen, forty-five minutes before the movie started and exactly thirty minutes before Richard would “unexpectedly” run into her and her friends.
“Ali, we’re over here!” one of Alison’s friends shouted from the movie house.
“Hey guys,” Alison said as she walked over to them. “What time do you guys want to head inside? You already got my ticket, right?”
Another one of Alison’s friends shoved Alison’s ticket in her face and then replied, “We’re going to go inside in like thirty minutes, which gives us all a little time to get the scoop on certain people.”
“You mean gossip, right?” Alison wondered, a little afraid of what rumors had been going around the school.
“My little Ali-kin Slywalker, you of all people should know what that is by now,” Alison’s best friend replied. “I mean one with the rumors going around.”
“What rumors?” Alison wondered.
“They’re not about you, okay? I’m just saying…”
Alison looked toward her watch and sighed. Why didn’t time fly when you weren’t having fun… she thought to herself.
Minutes rolled along and it was now a quarter to ten, just when Richard was supposed to arrived out of the blue.
“Guys, let’s get going,” Alison replied, looking around for her boyfriend. “Meet the Robinsons will be starting soon!”
“So I take it you’re watching that movie too?” a familiar voice from behind Alison wondered.
“Richard Edwards, what brings you to this part of town?” Alison asked with disgust. “I thought ‘my side of town’ was too poor and downtrodden for the likes of you.”
“Can’t we just settle this, cutie?” Richard wondered with a smirk. “Let bygones be bygones and let us both watch the movie together…”
“FYI,” Alison remarked, “my friends are here to see a movie with me not with you and me. Just me-.”
“Ali-kin, just let ‘im watch it with us… it’s a free country.”
“Umm… Are you insane?” one of Alison’s friends asked. “Let Ali sit with him! He’s not welcome here.”
“Fine…” Alison replied; this was going better than she had thought. “I’ll sit with him.”
“Ali, I was kidding-.”
“Y’all heard the girl,” Richard announced. “She’s sitting with me.”
“Ali-.”
“What’s done is done, girls,” Richard hissed. “After all, it’s just one movie…”
Don’t talk
Don’t tell your friend, about us
Don’t talk or this will end
I promise
Be quiet, be quiet
Or I will just deny it
Be quiet, (don’t talk) SSHH
Keep it between us
After the little movie fiasco with Alison’s friends, Richard and Alison tried their best to steer clear from them. During the movie the couple had to find their intertwined hands under Alison’s tote bag.
“Are they always like that?” Richard whispered.
Alison sighed as the movie clips began to roll. “Well, depends on if they like you or not.”
“I take it that they’re more than infatuated with me!” Richard replied sarcastically.
“Oh, but of course!” Alison said. “I hope you realize now that you and I will both be in for it sometime in the future.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning… they’ll find out,” Alison sighed in defeat.
“What’s so bad about that?”
I know it feel that this is real
But I need sometime to see
If you’re going to be the one for me
For now let’s just keep it hush
Let’s keep it between us
This is the real reason:
I don’t really care
‘Cause people likes to talk, people like to stare
Just one thing I guess, just one thing I know
So when it comes to us, baby keep your mouth closed
“Richard,” Alison mumbled, “it’s just that… gossip spreads like wildfire at our high school… you know that by now. If they find out we’re dating, do you know how many people will talk about us?You and I are two totally different people; you’re popular and I try to be… You’re labeled as the ‘bad boy’ and I’m the ‘goodie-two-shoes’.
“Your friends respect you and my so-called friends over there abuse my trust and everything… what I’m trying to say is that, there’s nothing wrong with our dating, but I wouldn’t want to ruin a reputation that took years for you to build.”
So don’t talk
Don’t tell your friends
Oh don’t tell
Oh don’t tell oh no.
I promise
Be quiet be quiet
Or I will just deny it
Be quiet,
Don’t talk
Richard quickly let go of Alison’s hand and then looked her directly in the eyes. There was no emotion on his face, but Alison knew that he was hiding his real feelings. “Ali, I’m glad that you thought of me first, but do you really think that matters to me? My reputation built itself, ‘nough said. I’d ruin it just to be with you, cutie.
“And another thing, I do suppose your right. And seeing as you thought about my reputation, I have to think very highly of yours; if people find out you and I are dating, it’s a well known fact that Ashley will find a way to ruin our relationship… she’s done that to everyone I’ve dated after her… so, for your sake-.”
“And yours,” Alison added.
“I’ll keep this relationship on the down low,” Richard stated.
Keep it between us
Don’t talk
Don’t tell your friends about us
Don’t talk
Be Quiet, be quiet, or I just deny it
Be quiet.
Don’t talk,
Keep it between us.
Alison and Richard had been going out for an official two months and now Alison sat in her second period history class with a bored look on her face, just as she had done two months ago. Mrs. Rivera had just asked her students to pair up in groups of four. Alison quickly looked around the room for someone other than Richard. Luckily, she managed to find one of her friends.
“Lulu, let’s pair up, yeah?” Alison asked as she rushed to her friend’s side.
“Sure…?” Lulu responded. “But Mrs. Rivera just said we needed four students.”
“Which is where we may come of some importance,” Richard’s calming voice cooed in Alison’s ear.
Alison quickly turned to face Richard and one of his best friends. “Why in the world would we want you to help us on a history project?”
“Why wouldn’t you want us?” Richard toyed.
Alison glared at Richard and hissed, “Because I hate you, you self-righteous jerk!”
“Ditto,” Richard remarked slyly with a smirk and a quick wink. “I loathe you, too…”
Keep your mouth closed
Disclaimer: Sure, I write poems and I write stories, but no one said I was good enough to write the song Don't Talk. That song belongs to Vanessa Anne Hudgens and her peoples, kay?.
Hey, I know it's been a while since I've been on here, but I could seriously use some reviews to tell me how I'm doing... But it's really up to you. :]
~ The now fourteen year old, Maryanne